There once was an eccentric old man who lived in a far away land, who mumbled to himself, who slept on the ground, and who owned a farm that he had inherited from his ancestors.

On his farm the eccentric old man grew orange trees which produced the most excellent fruit. In fact, many people would say that his were the best oranges in the whole wide world. Nobody could understand why they were so good, because they never saw him tending to the trees or doing anything that would seem to help them grow. But nevertheless, each year all the trees on the farm yielded the most wonderful oranges. Thus, the eccentric old man was known as the Farmer and every year people from near and far would always come to gather up his oranges and eat them.

Now the Farmer had a son who over the course of time had learned everything there was to know about the Farm and growing oranges from his father. It was clear that the son had become a master farmer in his own right, though no one could quite figure out how this came to be, because the son and his eccentric old father didn't seem to talk to each other much. Nevertheless, when people had questions about the Farm or oranges, they were instructed to go to the son and he would provide them with the answers they needed.

One day the Farmer died. This made the people very sad because they had grown to love this eccentric old man very much, the strange things that he did, and the magnificent oranges that he provided for them. Not knowing what they would do, everyone fell into despair.

The son, however, continued to remember his father and began to take care of the Farm and the oranges using all that he had learned throughout his life. And so it came to pass that the son became known as the Farmer and the eccentric old man continued to be remembered as the Grandfather. And the people once again exclaimed that the Farmer's oranges were the best oranges in the whole wide world.

Now the Grandfather knew that the day would come when he would have to leave this world, so before he left, he took his son aside and told him a few things. He told the son that one day he would be known as the Farmer, and that one day he would provide oranges for a lot of people. He told him some other things also.

Time passed, the people ate the oranges, and the Farm began to grow.

Now it happened to be that even though the Grandfather did not read a lot during his life, the Farmer did like to read many different kinds of books, even when he was young, and even though his father teased him about reading too much. So after the son had become the Farmer, and after a number of seasons, the Farmer decided that the time had come to write some books of his own. This pleased the people very much, because the books that he wrote were all about all the ways to grow the best oranges in the world.